Page 17 of Triumphant Kings

My eyes snap open, and I let out a humourless laugh. “All you did was wrap your lips around my dick, and I was blowing my load in two seconds.”

His brows jump before a grin spreads across his face. “And you’re embarrassed by that?” he shakes his head, licking his lips, then the corner of his mouth where some of my cum dripped out. The sight has my spent cock coming back to life. His eyes grow heated as he says his next words. “Knowing that you want me so bad that just my touch is enough to make you explode is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.” He leans down and kisses me, not giving me another second to freak out. I moan as he forces his way into my mouth, feeding me the taste of my own release.

He kisses me until I’m breathless before pulling back, his lips still against mine. “Just means I get to take my time with you before I have you cumming again.” He trails his fingers down my chest, making me shiver. “I want to see you paint this sexy chest full of your cum–” his hand continues to travel lower until I feel his fingers press between my asscheeks. I whimper when one of them brushes over my hole, “as I fill your tight hole with mine.”

Not sure what I was worried about because my cock springs to life, very much ready for round two.

“Please,” I beg, squirming under his touch. “Fuck me, Preston. I need you so fucking bad.”

“Mhhm,” he hums, continuing to play with my rim, slipping just the tip of his finger in. “I love it when you beg for me.” He leans forward, pressing a kiss to my cheek, then the other. “You have lube, baby?”

I nod frantically. “Bedside table.”

He moves only for a second to grab it, but the feeling of him gone from my body is far too long for my liking.

Leaning back, he grabs my knees and lifts them up, exposing myself to him fully.

The blush is back from being in such an open and vulnerable position with him like this.

But the nerves flutter away, replaced with liquid heat when he groans. “My fucking hole,” he growls, running his finger over it. “Gonna stretch you so good, feel you wrapped around my cock as I own you.”

“Yes,” I whine, body shaking with need. “Please.”

He grins again, popping the cap off the lube and squeezing some over his fingers and my asshole. “Again with the begging,” he chuckles. “I wonder what else I can get out of you.”

His finger presses inside me, and I sob out a moan, back arching off the bed. “That‘s it. Let me prep you, baby. Let me get you ready to take all of me.”

I lay there, body humming with pleasure as he preps me. First one finger, then two. He works me all the way up to three until I’m a panting mess, pre-cum leaking onto my belly. “Please,” I pant out. “More. I need more. I need your cock. Fuck me, Preston.”

“Shhh,” he murmurs, cloaking his body over mine. “I got you, baby.” He buries his face into the crook of my neck and bites. Imoan, my body falling limp in submission. He continues to suck and nip at my neck as he replaces his fingers with his cock.

He pushes his way i,n and my greedy ass welcomes it easily. I’m so worked up that the stretch of his cock is more pleasure than pain.

He groans low as he pushes his way inside me, not stopping until he’s fully seated.

“Fuck, Dec,” he growls. “So fucking tight.”

“Preston.” I lift my hips up, trying to force him deeper inside me even though he’s already all the way in.

He chuckles against my throat before biting hard enough to make me gasp. “So impatient. My needy little cock slut, aren't you?”

“Mhhm,” I hum in response, pleasure buzzing through me as he pulls all the way out before thrusting back in.

“I’d ask you if you wanted me to go slow. But I don’t do slow,” Preston warns.

“I know.” I moan when his tip rubs against my prostate. “I don’t want slow. Use me, Preston. Fuck me like I’m your good whore.”

“Fucking hell,” he growls, then kisses me roughly. He grips my leg, hiking it up around his waist, then starts to fuck into me.

Every punishing thrust sends me higher and higher. Pure blinding pleasure consumes my every thought.

“Take it,” he grunts, fucking into me hard. “Take my fucking cock, Declan.” He pulls back, looming over me like a god as he pounds into me. Sweat drips down his nose, his face contorted in ecstasy, matching the euphoric feeling that's racing through my veins. He watches where we’re joined, biting his lower lip as he thrusts into me. “Look at you taking me so fucking good. Your hole stretching around my cock, gripping me like the needy little whore you are.”

I’m grasping at anything my fingers touch. He’s turned me into a mindless babbling mess, and I fucking love it.

I need more. Like, I can never get enough of him.

When he wraps his hand around my cock, I let out a choked whimper. “Cum for me, baby boy. Your body is a work of art, now fucking paint it in your cum.”

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